No Country for SHIT FUCKING FILMS.

If I can do you one favour this week, then I recommend that you do not see No Country for Old Men.

I'm sure that I'll be heaped in disdain and condescension from people who 'appreciate films' better than I do, but for the normal person, the average guy who likes their films to have the slightest bit of resolution or redemption for the emotional gut-shots given throughout, particularly anyone who likes ANY KIND of an ending, AVOID THIS FUCKING FILM.

4.5 / 5 stars my arse.

The first 2/3 of the film I was digging, then suddenly, absofuckinglutely anything you were emotionally invested in is ruined, utterly.

I want my money, time and the first night I've had with a babysitter, so I can go to the pictures with my bird and have a nice evening back.

PARTICULARLY if you have any sort of problem with depression, AVOID THIS FILM.

Should come with a fucking warning sticker. "WARNING: MAY CONTAIN ONLY 50% of a FUCKING FILM".

Read the lengthy and reasonably well-written IMDB synopsis and save yourself an evening and some extreme anguish.

You're welcome.

The Leggening

Corben's started to walk, but only a few steps at a time, and (just like everything else he does that's cool) he absolutely refuses to play up to the camera and do anything on demand. Tiny bastard.

In this clip, he's mostly propping himself up on stuff with increasing confidence, and takes just a couple of steps between supports, but he's slowly getting there, and getting very mobile with the aid of things to prop himself up on.

Gurning

His Tiny Highness has also developed a response to the anti-red-eye light on Kerry's camera, which makes him wince and gurn in anticipation. You can see him doing it when he sees the camera, not realising it's shooting video. It is also how he triggers his psychic powers to induce the brainsplodey.